I had always let T know that if/when I got demented:
1. If I remained nice to let me stay home wearing diapers but
2. If I was mean and nasty to put me away somewhere
Seriously, we had this conversation multiple times, because I spend a large part of my day seeing elderly demented individuals and have witnessed the stress on caregivers.
Lately, completely unsolicited, I've been getting ads to purchase "Adult Diapers" on my home e-mail.
I've previously never gotten them before.
The ads always make me think of the pact I had with T.
I envision she's letting me know that all will be fine in the future; I will be a nice elderly demented male. I hope so.
I'll do most anything to keep smiling.